Monday and I come to the surface very quickly. It does not feel like I slept all night. I have recollections of spikey dreams and of a long and interrupted sequence of trying to construct a poem without the letter “e”. Lines like Radio Roland FM band, and switch and dial in my hand, kept coming and going. This was clearly still a consequence of the Poetry Stanza experience working its way through my processes. There were other snippets of situations, one being a visit to poetry fare that is due to take place in March at the University my daughter works at, and then I was in the Ukraine with awesome powers turning back the Russian armies. The crescendo of this snippet was me standing in Red Square demolishing the Kremlin. It was all very spectacular. I am of course aware of the layers that are being worked through in all of this, I just wish my unconscious mind did not do it quite as vividly and keep waking me up. The consequence of this is that I wake groggily and not feeling like getting up at all. I decide not to and settle down to read the final chapters of the Anansi Boys. My partner brings me coffee but I persist until the hero and his son sing songs with a mermaid and life returns to happy. At that point it was time to get up and have breakfast for lunch.
Muesli and yogurt fill me up, more coffee sustains me and washes my late morning meds down. My partner departs to take her brother on some life admin tasks for their mother. I, now bookless, download the garden camera images of the hedgehog, who is now definitely not hibernating. I replace the camera and replenish the hog canteen before clearing the human kitchen and retreating to the sofa. I dabble with my social media and messages while the British indoor athletics championships provide TV wall paper. In the end I head for the village shop to buy pizzas and a paper for tonight’s tea. Once home I retreat to lazing on the bed to for the crosswords, which is where my partner finds me on her return. Apart from ordering more hedgehog food I’ve done nothing today that the world would see as productive, intellectually stimulating or slightly interesting. Its clear I am having a day out, perhaps tomorrow will be different, in fact it will be as we are dining with friends in the evening. For now I plan nothing for the evening but to draft the blog, watch a Vera, take my meds and go to bed in the hope that the waters of my mind have calmed down a bit and I can get to sleep.
